–Considering what a piss-poor job AT&T does of keeping the internet flowing to my house, I don’t think Comcast has to worry about losing me as a cable customer. If I had TV as infrequently as I have my internet connection, I might pass out.
–Guess which Flying Spaghetti Monster got a shout out in Rolling Stone this week?
–Ole Bill isn’t too burdened with self-awareness is he? I mean, for Hobbs to be commenting on anybody’s real or perceived bigotry? I can’t even type this without laughing. Some folks have to take the beam out of their own eye before worrying about the speck in others. Ole Bill needs to remove a small forest.
Guess what, Bill? The word for the irrational hatred you feel towards Muslims? That’s bigotry.
You make some amends for that shit and I’ll start worrying about your opinion on other people’s bigotty short-comings.
I mean, please. What do you think your bigotry says about the modern Republican party?
–It’s important points like this that my most beloved critic says get lost among my potty mouth and cooter talk. Apparently it’s off-putting. The thing is, I agree. But…
–The cayanne pepper seems to have doubled in size overnight. Is that possible?
–Oh, Kool-aid afghan. You are so beautiful. Well, okay, I don’t know if you’re beautiful, but the squares I have done so far are gorgeous. I need to take some pictures.
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What’s off-putting? Bigotry and idiocy? Sure, yeah, but you can’t always be dwelling on the fun stuff…
B, I think you need a cross-blog (i.e. TCP and Got Medieval) seminar on trickster canines, WSR to Coyote and Reynard.
Unfortunately, B., all Hobbs (like other right-wingers) is doing is taking the gloves off of what the corporate media are already doing. They are putting a kaleidoscope to everything the Dem nominees say (especially Obama, as by some metrics he is the presumptive front-runner). The corporate media blew the Jeremiah Wright thing out of proportion and distorted it nine ways to Sunday. Now Obama says something that is about as true as you can get for such clumsy rhetoric, and it’s made out to be a “gaffe” by the corporate media and “bigotry” by the wingnuts.
Don’t expect this to slacken, though. If Obama wins the primary, the corporate media are going to kick their McCain Love into overdrive, and Obama won’t be able to do anything right. Remember the campaign for 2000? Remember how a smart, capable, experienced vice president was reduced to a waffling, lying, egghead while a dry-drunk frat boy, perennial failure, and ignorant trust fund baby was transformed into an everyman outsider who would bring honor and maturity to the Oval Office. Well, I haven’t forgotten how the ‘liberal’ media sold that narrative, and I see it happening again.
Sure, Hobbs might be a laughably transparent bigot. But he’s playing off a narrative that is already being sold by larger, more ‘respectable’ organs of public discourse.
B., ha, yeah. No, it’s my potty mouth that gets in the way of wider mainstream acceptance, supposedly. Well, I say “supposedly” but I also believe that to be true. I think it’s okay, though. I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong.
I just feel like I’m constantly, in real life, trying to appease people and I like a little public space where I’m not considering what’s going to make the most people happy.
Maybe that’s the wrong tactic to take. Maybe I’m squandering my chance to build political capitol. I don’t know.
NM, I am so intimidated by the brains on that dude I just don’t think I could do it.
CS, It’s funny to me how much the media can get away with patronizing “regular folks” (whatever that means) as long as the underlying message is that they’re proud and not going to be told what to do.
Did you see Mack’s post on this?
http://coyotechronicles.wordpress.com/2008/04/14/we-be-bitter/
I’m on my way to Mack’s right now, B., thanks.
B., your cooter talk cemented me as a loyal reader. I love the variety of topics you post on and would be very disappointed if you changed your posting style in the direction you seem to be pressured to do.